During my days of hotel management, hotel guests often asked for my recommendation for local points of interest. These points could be things to do, attractions to see or places to eat. Concierge is a feature that points to destinations online for those on the Christian journey.
by Mike Cosper
My friend in Louisville, Mike Cosper, once again challenges me to think about the image of God in men. This image of God is often on display in the life of artists even if they know not Christ.
by Russell Moore
All sin is irrational and self-destructive. If we don’t get that, we don’t know what sin is. My reaction is a reminder to myself of how much I need the sanctifying presence of the Spirit.
by David Qaoud
The Christian religion is not a religion of misery, but a religion of joy. God is after your highest joy — a joy that is found in him. We Christians know this intellectually. But because of the world, the flesh, and the devil — our joy easily escapes us. Our sin sometimes gets the best of us. The enemy sometimes wins.
by Adam McClendon
McClendon takes a look at the prayer of the early church which is recorded in Acts 4. It is well worth your read.
by Jon Bloom
Temptation is a disorienting, defiling experience when evil is presented to us as good. Destruction comes dressed up to look like happiness. Sin only occurs when we believe that the destructive lie can actually grant happiness.
by Clint Archer
Likewise, the sole reason we can dwell with God forever is because he makes us forever worthy of him by clothing us in the unfading righteousness of Christ. Now we can pop into the tent of meeting without an appointment, and we need not fear recrimination or rejection. We are welcome.
by Neil Stewart
All prodigals, we walk home through a world blighted by Adam’s choice. Fallenness dampens every joy. Burdens heavy with guilt, shame, and regret bite into our shoulders. Fears within and troubles without loom black like thunder. We yearn to hear more of the running footsteps of a welcoming father, his strong arms wrapped around, his tears warm and salty on our cheeks. But disappointed longings follow us as constant companions. Our best moments are always interrupted, and like the weekend for the midweek schoolboy, heaven can feel far enough away to seem forever away.